Breaking; entering

When was the last time you fucked up? You probably can’t remember the most recent time you fucked up, but you sure as hell remember every fuck up big enough to impact your life, like cheating on a math test, or cheating on your girlfriend, or trying meth just once.

What did you do after you fucked up? Did you own up to it? Did you lie? Did you run away from the situation? Shit, whatever you did, you probably suffered the consequences, hence why you remember fucking up.

Now look at yourself in the reflection of your smartphone and ask yourself, “Do those mistakes make up the person I am?” No they don’t; you’re made up of all your successes and mistakes and weird as fuck character traits.

I’m not saying you have to be a good person, or that you’re alone in fucking up. We all fuck up.

I recently trespassed into my friend’s home completely willingly. To be fair it was a good friend of mine, but he was in China. I didn’t know there was a Chinese family housesitting for him. Irony. Imagine this middle-aged Chinese woman’s surprise to find me and an associate in the middle of her dining room at 3am.

Yeah, so we all fuck up, and sometimes you get away and sometimes you have to apologize to old Asian women for breaking into their houses at 3am, and sometimes you get arrested and on rare occasions you fucking die.

Despite all this, when you fuck up, remember that everyone does. We all do an occasional recreational 8-ball, and we all sleep with our fiancées sister, and we all break into Asian people’s homes at 3 am.

Don’t beat yourself up you self-centered dick. You’re not special. Own up to your actions, because we all fuck up, and we all think we’re special, and that’s bullshit.

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